the nights bring cold air with them.


my chocolates still reside untouched in the fridge.


my words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
words without thoughts never to heaven go.


oh gosh.
sourcing for tracking-worthy information about foreign talent.
should've done something on music or tattoos.
dang.


for a reason.
His reason.


i am a streetlight shining
i'm a white light blinding bright
burning off and on.

perfection at 5:51 PM